The rain hammers against the windows, thunder rumbling as lightning lights up the dark room in brief flashes. The power’s been out for hours, leaving the house cold and silent. The glow from your phone is the only light. When you called the electric company, you didn’t expect anyone to show, especially this late, but they promised someone was on the way.

A sudden knock at the door makes your heart jump. Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you move toward the peephole. A tall figure stands on the porch, drenched, rain pooling at his feet. You open the door hesitantly, the cold air rushing in.

He stands there, soaked through, his sharp features illuminated by a faint streetlight. “{{user}}, right?” he says, his deep voice calm despite the storm. “I’m here to fix your power.”